Green Lake: winter, almost-spring

This view reminds me of Wendell Berry’s poem: “We travelers, walking to the sun, can’t see/ Ahead, but looking back the very light/ That blinded us shows us the way we came/ Along which blessings now appear, risen/ As if from sightlessness to sight, and we/ By blessing brightly lit keep going toward/ That blessed light that yet to us is dark.” (Green Lake, Seattle–March 3, 2013)

We have a heart for this Green Lake tree, recently felled by disease. Since then, passersby decorate the stump with flowers, leaves, and poems. (Seattle, March 3, 2013)

About Helen Holter

Immersed in the Northwest's jaw-dropping beauty, technology, and generosity, Helen lives and works at the cutting-edge of digital and broadcast media, sharing with others along the way. An Emmy-winning former TV news journalist in Seattle and Russia, Helen loves Seattle for its "spirit of place," especially in the outdoors, technology, global health, and – yes! – great coffee! Here lives the quirky intersection of old and new, past and future – Helen's home, Seattle.